Hi everyone! Chapter twos up. I just wanna say, that orcs in Valinor is a bit mangled, but you'll find out why And the same with Saruman returning. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

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"Come on Gimli!" Legolas's shout echoed through the fields of Gondor, back towards his comrade who was just a little shorter and who's horse seemed to be suffering just that bit more! But Gimli was loyal companion and he held respect for all living things.

Of course they were riding to visit Lord Aragorn, their old comrade and friend, who sits high and proud on his throne in the midst of these deep plains in his Wondrous Hall.............

Two horses could be seen galloping swiftly west. The first was tall and fair and carried a tall Elf, with golden hair that gleamed in the morning sun. They were well matched. The second pair were also well matched. Both being rather stout and dark.

They travelled fast, and long was their ride but by evening they had reached Aragorn's Hall...................

They both dismounted their horses, and walked, silent as shadows, up to the large pine door and opened it. They were greeted by a maid who welcomed them warmly, as the two were well known in the hall.

"Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli son of Gloin. Lord Aragorn will be glad at your return. Please follow me."

"Thank you, Marias. We bring news worthy of hearing from the east."

Marias led them up a flight of stairs which opened out into a large, circular room. Its ceiling was high, and the walls were solid gold with windows, long and thin that ran from ceiling to floor. A tired looking man sat at the top of the hall, but when he saw his guests, all illness left him. He stood up and ran to them pulling them into a warm embrace.

"Well, wine for three shall we make it?" He said laughing. Gimli accepted, quickly;

"Why yes now! You have sent us all the way to the east bay and we are weary from travel! We have not stopped once, it was in your honour Lord!............. Little bit more lass, that's it!"

"I'll refuse Aragorn, for news is all I bring and take wither I go." Legolas answered, with a faint smile over to Gimli. "Aragorn, there is nought but bare rock and tarry over Mordor way. We found a few skulking orc types but they were easily discarded."

Aragorn nodded solemnly, before turning to the third figure who had entered the hall. He rose once again and crossed to her.

"Arwen." He whispered and kissed her. Arwen was robed in a silk blue dress and her pale face was surrounded by deep, black curls. Gimli hiccupped, dribbling an amount of wine down his front.

"Lady." He bowed to her.

"Arwen." Legolas said fondly, so warm, and graceful. "How goes your child?" She replied in a voice and smile of true happiness. "All is well, Master Greenleaf. Only five months until the arrival of Aragorn's heir." Aragorn smiled again.

"The hour is late. May I offer you stay for the night gentlemen? Your horses can be stabled and Marias shall lead you to your dorms. Goodnight to you both."

Gimli swayed along a corridor behind the housemaid, hiccupping loudly. Legolas however, felt not weary nor tired, but alive, and full inside. He bid Aragorn and Arwen farewell and left the hall, out into the night. The smell of the green grasslands and the mountainous view of Gondor at dusk was much better to him then sleep. He drifted aimlessly for awhile, then leaned against an old oak tree, and watched the pale crescent moon appear slowly from behind silhouetted mountain tops. He sighed deeply. "Goodnight Middle Earth."

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Sairwyn played the perfect host for quite sometime. She was gracious to Curunir and his followers, days flew by so fast, but inside her each day was as long as a lifetime and there was nought but burning hatred she could hand out to the beings around her. On the seventh day it was full of unsuspecting surprises. But sometimes, surprises are not always pleasant...............

At around six o'clock in the morning, a blood-streaked orc entered Sairwyn's so called 'room'.

"The lord sends word, lady. He wishes you to dine with him for breakfast.......may I ......?" His slime, scabbed hand brushed over Sairwyn's cold, pale one.

"Sir," She said icily. "Do you wish to be able to use that hand again?" And the limb was hastily withdrawn. About dawn, ere the sun climbed over the hilltops, Sairwyn in her brown rag, stumbled to Curunir's side in the breakfast hall, which was a lot more luxurious then her room. Curunir received her bitterly.

"Sit." Sairwyn sat.

"Sairwyn, this is my only kin left, he is my nephew, named Haradir." Curunir pointed a long finger down the table at a rough looking man in a fur cloak. His hair was thick, black, and matted with blood. And, those eyes, there was no mercy in them, only a deep need, or want, rather. Haradir nodded curtly, which Sairwyn did not return. Instead she scoffed, and left the table, leaving Haradir looking taken aback, and Curunir somewhat bemused.

She felt more anger rise up inside her as she stormed from the hall. What was all this? Why did Sharky need to keep her locked liked this? Bottled up inside a filthy underground home with no windows or form of light, save the candles, and the only company being orcs, who strode up and down corridors or rat's that squeaked indignantly as you passed. What was all this? After a while Haradir caught up to her, and grasping her shoulder firmly turned her around. He was panting, and began:

"Sairwyn, is it? Well I meant no harm or offence to you earlier, I am only man, and am going to ask you this; Sharky has his fortress ready and has offered me a place for my own, I only wish for you to join me................ you are beautiful Elf............."

"Well." Replied Sairwyn reluctantly, "As you are not, I'm afraid I am disinclined to accrues your request." Not for the first time that morning, Haradir looked taken aback. Sairwyn scoffed once more.

"Which means 'No'." And she left the man standing there, grim an evil, and headed for the west wing.

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At evening, as Sairwyn drank from the gargoyle, Curunir entered. Sairwyn turned at backed to her bed, where she sat. Curunir's face was stern, but he spoke in a much more softened tone then usual. He sat next to her and at once noticed her arms. There were scratched terribly. Curunir took her arm and looked at it. After some silence he said:

"These are self-inflicted." Sairwyn did not reply. "How?" Sairwyn nodded to the corner. Curunir looked and at once saw an orc lying there, dead.

"I took his knife, and if you do not let go of me I may use it gain, yet not upon myself."

"Do not threaten me Lady, you are in a dangerous position here as it is. Now.... my orc, how?"

"That weak thing," Sairwyn said, with a hint of a smile, "had no chance. Even with his blade. Now please let me go. What use do I have here?" Curunir did not answer, so Sairwyn continued. "you should be wise enough to let me go, sir. I do not know who you are, or what you want with me but I should very much like to see the world again, live again, breathe again..."

Curunir shook his head and returned to more important business. "Lady, over past days I have realised you are no threat to me or my plans therefore, I am letting you leave. But will you not go with my nephew?"

"Nay, Lord!" Sairwyn gasped.

"Very well. follow me." Curunir led her through the door and through twisted corridors and hallways she had never experienced before. Up stairways and gloomy passages, until they reached a pair of magnificent timber doors, that were at least ten feet high and engraved with small figures. Curunir opened them and Sairwyn gasped as she felt outside air rush passed her. It was a good feeling.

"Now go, she Elf! And do not return, yet if you tell even a soul of me, then your life, is forfeit."

Sairwyn ignored this comment and ran out into the night. She must tell some one! It was her or Middle Earth and Valinor at stake, besides she did not fear pain nor death. Then it loomed into her mind and she set off at a sprint towards the vale of Valinor, but a cold voice met her ears and she turned to see Haradir, stood his ground, black robes rippling in the wind.

"Darkness will find you. It will find you all." Sairwyn stared at him, but then turned and carried on running. No threat Sharky? She thought. That I can strongly doubt!

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GLARG! Well, that's chapter two, I hope you liked it, now go review, you, you gnomes!!! No flames please.